Racing for the Sunrise under an Electric Moon
October 3rd 2010 02:07
It is near dawn and I have just been shot out of a cannon
A typical commute,
paying some Spaniard
for the right and privilege to drive 80 miles an hour through the heart of Dallas.
The tollways takes its toll as speeding commuters squirt out onto surface streets
I rose up 18 floors into the executioner’s song of a sunrise.
On the way to pour hot caffeine directly into my veins
I peer out through the fleeting dark at a jeweled city
rising from slumber.
Giant buildings eat people disgorged from buses
only to spit them out again when the day done.
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